ELENA'S POV:
When I stepped out of the guest room corridor and approached the living room, Mark and his parents stopped discussing around the dining table. They looked at me as I strode over to join them.
"Is the meal ready?" I asked, seeing it was past 9:00 PM on the clock.
"Sure," Zara replied, breaking the awkward silence.
I plopped onto the silver chair next to Mark. I extended my right hand to touch his thigh and pinched him slightly.
Mark stiffened, but his lips remained shut tight. His jaw clenched.
Mr. Felix Elliott cleared his throat and said, "Elena, I am glad you can control the media. You did a great job tonight."
"Thank you, sir," I smiled, meeting Mr. Felix’s gaze as he sat across from me.
"I will do everything within my power to ensure your mother does not go to jail
